Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max ) novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269 

The most vociferous of the lot was Catherine from Kingston Enterprises. On a normal day, she was thick as thieves with Miranda and seemed ready to jump into the fray herself to defend her friend’s honor. 

Brielle couldn’t help but find the whole situation amusing. Under the tablecloth, her hand firmly gripped Aubree’s, signaling her not to do anything rash. Knowing Aubree, she would have snapped back at the first biting word from the gaggle of women. 

Miranda, bolstered by the support of the high society ladies, felt even more confident. She had been preoccupied with Lillian’s legal troubles for the past couple of days, so seeing Brielle with nothing more than a cast on her leg while Lillian faced possible jail time infuriated her even 

more. 

Brielle was clearly taking it! 

Miranda was so focused on saving her daughter that she even disregarded the relationship Brielle had with Max. “Brielle, if you don’t drop this, forget about ever having a peaceful life again.” Miranda threatened. 

Brielle took a sip of her coffee, a picture of serene indifference. “Are you done barking? If so, please leave. I’m trying to dine here.” 

Miranda’s pupils shrank with rage, and, snatching up her coffee, she hurled it towards Brielle’s face. Catherine, not to be outdone, aimed a kick at Brielle’s plastered leg. 

Brielle could have dodged the flying coffee, but the sharp agony from the kick to her leg turned her face pale, leaving her unable to focus on anything else. The scalding coffee splashed onto her collar, and she tumbled from the chair, the sharp pain drawing a muffled groan from her lips. 

Aubree, standing opposite to her, instantly stood up, exclaiming in panic, “Bri!” She didn’t have time to glare at the other women: she dashed to Brielle’s side, noticing the shattered cast. The pain must be excruciating. 

“I’m taking you to the hospital!” 

Brielle’s eyelashes fluttered, a premonition telling her the bone that had just healed was likely broken again. Her lips trembled weakly, unable to even glance at Miranda and the others. 

Aubree wasted no time, prioritizing the hospital over a confrontation. She helped Brielle to her feet, slinging her arm around her neck and shot Miranda a furious look. “You just wait.” 

Miranda arched an eyebrow, dismissive. What could a Clements family’s foster daughter do to her anyway? 

A person’s social circle spoke volumes about their class, and to Miranda, Brielle would always be relegated to friendships with other foster daughters, never entering the inner circle of the elite. 

Chapter 269 

The laughter of the wealthy matrons reinforced Miranda’s confidence. She had no reason to fear Brielle. 

Brielle, dizzy from pain and unable to put weight on her foot, finally spoke hoarsely after a moment. “Aubree, I–cough, cough, cough.” Each breath was a struggle, and the coughing fit took over. 

Aubree clenched her teeth in anger. “Those harpies. Once I get you to the hospital, I’ll come back to settle the score.” 

Brielle leaned on her, the counterattack she had planned after Miranda’s coffee assault interrupted by the unexpected kick. 

Catherine of Kingston Enterprises, she noted that name.